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Family Found Part 32: Holiday Havoc

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It’s the time of year for Clash of Champions. Stephanie and Hunter come on Monday to talk to the reader about the show, and it inspires her to make even bigger and better matches. But Dean is wary of how that power might go to her head and cloud her vision.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4170

Note: And it’s time for CoC because TLC already happening in this series. There is one tiny, crucial detail that will become super important down the road. And I am really excited about it. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

Clash of Champions – December 17, 2018 – San Jose, CA

The honor of the first match belonged to the debut of the Raw Women’s Tag Championships. Each team in the triple threat match eyed the other, keeping on their toes and ready to spring as soon as the bell rang. Though it took some cajoling, the ref was able to unclutter the ring presence to just one member from each. Bayley tapped hands with Sasha Banks, leaving her in the ring. Tamina did the same with Nia Jax. And Ruby Riott directed Liv Morgan to start, motioning for Sarah Logan to step out before hopping to the floor herself. Round one was set. The bell rang.

An unspoken alliance formed between Sasha and Liv to send Tamina out of the ropes. While she was gone, then and only then did they set to showing off their skills. Tamina rolled in and tagged Nia. Together they sent both women through the ropes, staking their claim on the center of the ring. Sasha tagged in Bayley, and Liv tagged in Sarah. There was a stare-down, almost completely uninterrupted by the nervous ref caught in the middle. The tagged women took their turn, throwing punches and each other as hard as they could.

Brawls broke out at ringside. Sasha and Bayley each had a hold of Tamina and Nia, though on opposite sides of the floor. And of course, each started by a member of the Riott Squad, now missing. None of them could see that they didn’t have a woman in the game. In the ring, Liv and Sarah stayed low and quiet, their smiles getting bigger with each count. At ten they jumped in unison, falling together to the canvas. Ruby tackled them further as the new belts were brought and placed in their hands. They made a quick exit before the other four women fully realized they had been duped.

***

Scott Dawson and Dash Wilder stood back to back in the ring as Dr. M and Braun Strowman began to enter the arena. Even when it was obvious they were coming down the ramp, the Revival kept up their guard. It was a wise decision, considering their opponents disappeared once they reached ringside. When the lights came back on, the champions were standing toe-to-toe with the Revival, and quickly threw them to opposite sides of the ring.

Braun grabbed hold of Dawson and began breaking him down. Wilder retreated to their corner, glaring at Dr. M. But they had a plan. Braun may be big, and Dr. M controlling, but they couldn’t hold onto the title forever. Or so the Revival thought. They started by getting each man alone. Wilder distracted Dr. M on the floor, and Wilder kept Braun spinning in circles. Then they targeted their weaknesses, cutting them down to size, targeting joints and previous injuries. Dawson was able to get Braun down to one knee, and he rushed to his corner to tag in Wilder while Dr. M was nowhere to be seen.

With the switch came the realization that all their work had played right into the champions’ hands. Still, they tried. Wilder bounced off the ropes, but his attack was caught and countered by Br. M. With a kiss and a flip, he was pinned.

Braun joined Dr. M in the ring, posing over the fallen with their retained titles.

***

“The following contest is a title match for the Raw Women’s Championship.” Jojo introduced Natalya and Ember Moon, then stepped out between the ropes. The referee motioned for the bell to ring, and the women started by meeting up in a lock. Ember was the first to lose ground, but she dug deep and managed to shove Natalya away onto the canvas. She retaliated with a leg sweeping attack and moved into the first sharpshooter of the match. Ember was able to crawl to a bottom rope, breaking the hold.

It was legacy holds versus first generation acrobatics. Both were hard to recover from, and both were driven by the absolute need to be the only woman standing on top of the mountain. Most of the match took place inside the ring, occasionally Natalya rolled out to catch her breath. Ember scaled the turnbuckles and waited patiently for her to turn around. She leapt. Natalya crashed and didn’t move for a while, even after Ember got back into the ring. She waited for the count, catching her own breath and holding herself up in the corner ropes.

But championships can’t be won by count-out.

The referee was up to the count of five by the time she realized this. Natalya, on the other hand, had been more than willing to stay outside. She fought Ember for as long as she could but ended up retreating into the ring. They met again in a lock of punches and kicks to each other’s torsos, both gaining their second wind. It wasn’t long before that ran out too.

Natalya wobbled to her feet. She sighed. If she couldn’t see Ember in the ring, then the only place she could be was… she turned and confirmed her suspicion. Ember jumped down from the turnbuckle with a Total Eclipse. She pushed with all her might to keep Natalya down for the count, then froze in shock as the ref counted to three. The bell rang, and he handed her the title belt. While she celebrated, Natalya made it to her feet, though still wobbly.

They faced each other, and the ref backed off. Natalya offered her hand for a handshake, which Ember received. Then Natalya lifted Ember’s arm in the air. Ember continued to cheer along with the crowd, but the defeated woman kept her eye on the title.

***

The main event was the ‘Winner Take All’ match for the Universal and Intercontinental titles. Finn Balor and Seth Rollins begrudgingly handed their titles to the referee to hold up. Depending on how it ended, that would be the last time one of them got to hold their championship.

Finn started the match with a series of sling-blades. Seth was able to avoid the last one and flipped Finn onto his back for the first attempted pin. Finn kicked out, laughing. They met in the center to slap hands and show a little sportsmen-like conduct. Then it turned ugly.

Neither man wanted to go home emptyhanded tonight. Neither wanted to have to bear the smug look of triumph on the other’s face. And neither wanted those looks from their peers backstage. The ones that said, “you fought well, but it wasn’t enough.” The effort exhausted them. Finn crawled over Seth’s chest, praying for a pin. But Seth kicked out. With a growl customary of the demon king, Finn wearily climbed the turnbuckle and glared at Seth’s unmoving body. It stayed unmoving until the last second before Finn’s boots would make contact.

By the time Finn could react and recover with a roll, Seth was up and ready with a kick that cut him in half. He evaded the first curb-stomp but was finished by the second. As he struggled to breathe, Seth was given both titles, one for each shoulder. No. Finn launched to his feet with a shout, hitting Seth in the back where he stood on the ropes, flipping him to the floor. It took five referees and several members of security to separate them. But the damage was done. Seth Rollins was a double champion. The first to hold both the Universal and the Intercontinental.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – December 18, 2018

San Jose’s crowd welcomed Seth into the arena. He wore the Intercontinental around his waist and carried the Universal on his shoulder. “Well, well, well. Welcome to Monday Night Rollins!” He grinned, smug and proud of himself. “Last night was quite the fight, wasn’t it? But it just proves one thing: that I will give my all and more for you all. To give you the show you deserve, and to be the champion that you deserve no matter what title… or how many at a time,” he added, holding up the Universal belt. “But I have to give credit where credit is due. Finn Balor was an amazing champion. And he deserved it after everything he went through to win it the first time, including me with one arm hanging from his body and all. But, times change. Out with the old and in with the new. The better. The Man.”

Finn’s music interrupted. He marched down to the ring and got right up in Seth’s face. “Beatin’ me one time does not make you better, Seth. It makes you lucky. Knowin’ your record, luck does not become you. Seth, everybody knows that you like makin’ your own way, no matter the cost. Last night was not one of those moments.”

“I did make my own way. I beat you,” Seth chuckled.

“Have you considered that I let you?”

“What?”

With a dark grin, Finn elaborated. “Maybe I let you win. My first Universal reign was short as it was because of you. But I was still the first. I missed out on months of defending and building myself up because of you. But I came back and took what was rightfully mine. All the while I toyed with you and got you into that ring last night. Because when I take my title back, your Universal reign will be completely forgettable. You can’t be longest reigning because for you it stops tonight. And you can’t be the shortest reigning, because that’s Braun. You are going to be the second man to have the Universal title for only twenty-four hours. The people only remember the extraordinary. And I’m the extraordinary man who can do extraordinary things. You’re just a man.”

Seth swallowed, gripping the red and gold tighter. “So… you want your rematch?”

“I want my rematch.”

They barely gave each other enough space to hold their mics.

“Then let’s call a ref,” Seth finally stated.

***

The rematch was even more brutal than the first. They had agreed that it would only be for the Universal. Finn didn’t mind as much that he missed the Intercontinental this time around, but he wanted his title back. And as such, he didn’t hesitate this time. Seth barely had room to breathe, much less to stand up and defend himself. He had the strong upper hand when the lights went out.

Finn spun around looking for Seth, who had disappeared from the ring. In his place stood Dr. M.

“Bray, bring him back. I wasn’t finished with him.”

“Bray Wyatt is no more. And yes, you are finished with Seth Rollins. Because I say so.”

Seth staggered to his feet behind the ring. Finn rushed in his direction but was caught and spun into Dr. M’s finisher. The bell rang, and Braun called the end. “Winning by disqualification, Finn Balor. But still your Universal champion, Seth Rollins.”

Finn made it to one knee. “No!” But Dr. M was already outside of the ring. And Braun ran by Seth, flipping him in the air.

“You will be cleansed, Balor,” Dr. M chuckled. “I have plans for you.”

***

You watched Dr. M finish his threats on your office television, wringing your hands. This was not how this was supposed to go. Stephanie and Hunter stood on the other side of the screen.

“I have to admit,” Hunter said, “you’ve done better than even Kurt Angle said you would. And I thought he was pumping up your skills way out of proportion, no offense.”

“None taken,” you gulped.

Stephanie walked around him to wrap her arm around her shoulders. “You really have done a great job, Y/N. Ever since we’ve gotten Baron out of your hair, Raw has really kicked off. Things are running smoother than normal, and you have come up with some inspired matches.”

You flinched. “I do have to tell you, Seth and Finn have been pushing this rivalry personally. The thing with Dr. M was… unexpected but I can fix it. I’ve really just been signing off on the matches.”

“As you should.” Stephanie patted your shoulder and spun you around to face her. “You didn’t step in the way, and you’ve given them plenty of room to put on several noteworthy matches. What’s a hiccup here and there? That is what a great general manager does.”

Hunter held out his hand for you to shake. “I look forward to what else you come up with. Keep up the good work. And keep on making those stellar matches. Now, if it’s alright with you, we would like to watch the rest of what you’ve got in store for tonight from our box.”

“Yes, of course. Enjoy!” You waited for them to leave your office, then spun around with a squeal.

“Having that good of a day?” Dean stepped in, his grin breaking into a full smile as you quickly hugged him.

“Yes. It’s going great! Stephanie and Hunter were impressed by Clash of Champions. They said to keep ‘making stellar matches.’” You squeaked and jumped again. “I’ve got so many ideas. There’s one, in particular, that would blow the roof off this place. Possibly Wrestlemania worthy.” You pulled out a small notebook and started flipping pages, missing how Dean’s face fell.

He fidgeted with his hand tape. “Just… be careful. It’s easy to forget yourself around here. Everything seems so big and important, but you don’t realize what you’ve given up ‘till it’s gone.” Despite disliking how Stephanie and Hunter had taken a shine to you, Dean couldn’t’ help but notice how happy you were.

You scribbled down a note. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” The notebook flipped shut and you looked up at him. Now slightly confused. “Did you come here to ask something?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be working with someone tonight, but it’s probably going to get… messy. Wanted your back-up when it turns into a match.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, crossing your arms. “Care to elaborate on that?”

Dean tapped at his throat and lowered his voice. “Can’t. Got to rest my voice. I’m singing with Elias tonight.”

“Oh really? How’d you manage that?” you chuckled.

Dean popped the collar on his leather jacket. “I got skills.” He laughed and ruffled your hair, despite your lighthearted warning growl. “See ya later, Ladybug.”

“See ya, Dean. And thank you. For-“ He was gone before you could finish.

***

“Hello, I am Elias.”

Dean stepped into the spotlight, making Elias cringe. “Hello, I am Dean. And Elias here,” he slapped at his shoulder, “has invited me to sing some carols with him.”

Elias raised his hand. “For the record, you invited yourself and interrupted my rehearsal.”

“Right. That’s what I said. And a one, and a two, and a one two three.” Dean took a deep breath and readied to sing, but froze. “Hey, Elias, that was your cue to start playing.”

He grit his teeth. “I don’t take cues from anyone.”

“Fine. Then you start it.”

Rolling his eyes, Elias strummed for a bit. His chords rattled as Dean started singing a complelty different carol than what he was playing. But he was able to switch relatively quickly. “Joy to the world! Elias has come. Let earth receive their…” Dean stopped, making Elias’s strumming stutter out. “You’re not a king. So what do we say?”

“Use part of a different verse.” Elias took over, with Dean hopping in towards the end. “Let men his songs [employ]. He comes to make, His blessings flow. Let heaven and nature sing, let heaven and nature sing-“

Dean sang louder than before, even when the music dropped out. “Let heaven and heaven and nature sing!” When he did realize that there wasn’t any more music, he turned and barely dodged Elias’s swing of his guitar. Dean called in the referee. “Ring the bell!”

It did as Dean dodged another guitar swing. The ref grabbed it by the neck and took it from Elias, then finished clearing out the ring by tossing the stool out. While his back was turned, Elias went for a hit below the belt. Dean caught Elias’s arm before he could make contact, then made a big show of stepping over his arm and out of harm’s way. He sent Elias rolling with a punch to the face, then scaled the turnbuckles.

“Jingle bells,” Dean started to sing. Elias cut him short by catching him with a jumping knee on his way down. He growled as Dean was able to kick out. Pushing the ref out of the way, he retrieved his guitar. But as he came back, Dean hopped to his feet and took him down with a Dirty Deeds right onto the strings, then won the pin.

Dean rolled out of the ring and started to go up the ramp. “Joy to the world, I pinned Elias. Fa la la la la, la la la la.”

***

Backstage, Drew McIntyre rounded a corner, nearly bumping into someone. “Watch where you’re… oh. It’s just you.” He bumped shoulders with Dolph Ziggler, spinning him around.

“Hey, hang on for a second.”

“Look, I don’t want to hear any more of your propositions. I’ve got my own plans, and you need to stay out of the way.”

“But Seth is vulnerable. There’s no way he could defend both titles at the same time. If we start now, tonight even, the sky’s the limit. We could both have a title by the Royal Rumble.”

Drew grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Dolph. Shut up. That mouth of yours is gonna get you inta serious trouble. If you like your head where it is, on your shoulders and not kicked off, then I’m tellin’ ya for the tha last time: stay outa my way.” He pushed him away, sending crates rolling and steel bars clattering to the floor.

Dolph stayed where he’d been thrown. For a second, all he could do was rub at his neck. Then his brow creased, and his jaw tensed. So be it.

***

In the ring, the Riott Squad had their tag titles on display. Liv and Sarah cackled and shined the plaques with the corners of their sleeves and shirts. Ruby spun her mic in her hands.

“And here we are, the first Raw Women’s Tag Champions.” She smugly accepted the booing mixed in with a spattering of cheers. “I don’t know why there were so many shocked faces last night. We were the only team that had any real right to win. Sasha and Bayley can’t ever make up their minds whether they want to work together or kill each other. And Nia and Tamina only started working together a few weeks ago.”

Liv walked up to bump her forehead to Ruby’s, while Sarah wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We have been a team since we got here. We know each other’s ins and outs like they were our own. Who could step to us?”

“Not a soul,” Sarah answered. They laughed together. “And who’d we do it for?”

“Not you.” Ruby cackled and stepped forward. “Not for the women backstage, not for general manager Y/N, and not for Stephanie McMahon. We won these titles for us. But there’s only one thing missing. Ember Moon, you have something that we want. The Riott Squad wants a full set. Tonight, I’m going to take your title.”

Right on cue, Ember Moon walked out to the stage, Raw women’s title around her waist. “Are you really sure you want this fight, Ruby? I kind of like how it feels to be champion. And I will break every bone in your body to keep it.”

Ruby sneered. “You are welcome to try.”

“On one condition.” Ember walked to the top of the ramp. “Leave your hyenas backstage. I won this one-on-one, and the only way you could prove you are worthy of this prestige is by taking it from me one-on-one.”

Liv and Sarah snarled and moved to step in front of Ruby but she stopped them. “What makes someone worthy is the amount of effort they put into the challenge. And I have triple the effort than any woman here. But I accept your stipulation.” She laughed. “I’m going to enjoy taking that title from you.”

Ember chuckled. “You are welcome to try.”

***

If anyone had asked you, second to only Dean’s fiasco with Elias, this was the match you looked forward to the most. The tag teams, minus the champions, were set to fight in a Miracle on 34th Street Fight. Teams would be eliminated by pinning or submitting one member. Around the ring there where trees decorated with tinsel, wreathes hanging from the turnbuckles, and presents in just about every other available space. And you couldn’t forget the candy cane kendo sticks. You don’t know how you were going to clean it up before the main event, but that’s what the stellar team of ring techies was for.

As one, the teams of Titus World Wide, the B-Team, the Revival, and the Ascension all knew that they would have to eliminate the Authors of Pain. Titus and Apollo took to weakening one apiece. Bo set to attacking Rezar’s knees, and Curtis did the same to Akam. Once they were down to their knees, the Revival bounced off the ropes and flattened them to their backs. Then the Ascension started the dog piles. Akam and Rezar couldn’t move from under everyone, so the ref counted to three and eliminated them.

From there, it could only be described as holiday themed havoc. Konnor found a steel chair in a present and used it on Titus until Viktor could pin him. Dawson and Wilder ended roped together with a wreath and at the mercy of the remaining teams until the green boughs broke. Then Konner pinned Wilder as he fell over. Now it was down to two teams. Bo and Curtis made the Ascension stop long enough to put Santa hats on themselves. Then while they were still frozen in shock, they found themselves with elf hats on their heads. That inspired a rampage that littered the ring with broken boxes, shredded tinsel, and one dismantled tree.

The candy cane kendo sticks helped the winners though. In the hands of the B-Team, and with the help of some well-timed dodges in front of ring posts, they were enough to take down both members of the Ascension. Bo and Curtis went for a double pin. They danced around the ring, kendo sticks raised above their heads chanting their theme along with the crowd.

***

Ruby must have watched the match at Clash of Champions very closely. She knew the location of every bruise and weak muscle on Ember’s body. Each one was a target. She aimed for Ember’s legs first. If she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t fight back. An if she couldn’t climb, then she couldn’t eclipse. When her knees had been sufficiently weakened, Ruby moved on to her torso. A lot of Ember’s moves required being able to twist and contort in the air and to evade hits. By undercutting that ability, Ruby made it easier on herself to wound her opponent.

But as she’d said earlier, Ember liked the feeling of being champion. And she wasn’t about to let Ruby take that away from her. Ruby had her own weaknesses. Because she hadn’t been in a match recently, there weren’t any places to target. But Ember could target her pride. Her ego. And her eardrums as necessary with screams of battle. It was more efficient than she anticipated. The first scream shocked Ruby of her feet. The second gave Ember enough of an opening to finally make an attack. An attack that was quickly subverted into another round of defense.

Natalya came running down the ramp. She passed the ring and went straight to the bell box. Liv and Sarah came running out to meet her, but she was ready. She grabbed a nearby chair and was able to knock them both to the ground, grounding them for the rest of the fight.

In the ring, Ruby tossed Ember into a corner. She spun around, basking in whatever the audience gave her. When they started cheering louder, she dropped her arms with a sigh. She turned. Ember jumped and caught her with her Total Eclipse. One. Two. Three.

She didn’t celebrate. Ember motioned for a mic. “Why are you out here, Natty?”

Natalya motioned to the women at her feet. “I was helping you.”

“Right. “You’ll get your rematch, I promise. But in the meantime, I didn’t need your help ensuring that happens. Stay out of my way. Don’t get involved. I am going to defend this title,” she took the belt from the ref and raised it above her head, “on my own.” With that, she threw the mic towards Natalya and left the ring.

 

Family Found Part 31: Sending a Message

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It’s the last Monday before Clash of Champions, and everyone wants to make sure that their opponent knows what pain and humiliation are in store for them on Sunday. 

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2390

Note: Heads up, I am super mean to Jose this week. Sorry. Since Rhyno has retired, he’s not going to be in this series anymore. I wish him well wherever he goes. And, quick question, am I writing Bray/Dr. M creepy enough/too much? Any and all feedback is super appreciated. You can do it on this post, or my asks and private messages are always open.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team  

Part 30: Challenge Accepted

Monday Night Raw – December 10, 2018

“I don’t understand why Ember is fighting tonight. She’s got a title opportunity on Sunday!” Corey scoffed when Renee tried to calm him down. “It’s just… she’s been running full speed towards this goal, but – superkick from Ember! But fighting Mickie James tonight could cost her.”

They all flinched as the women fell back from the corner in a suplex. Renee pressed forward. “Ember knows exactly what she’s doing. Tonight is just practice. Keeping her muscles warm and keeping her head clear. She’s got this.”

A few moves later, Ember did not seem to ‘got this.’ Mickie was keeping her off her feet, and any time she did stand up, there was a kick or a punch that made her spin into the ropes. The war goddess hissed as she bounced off the apron, sprawling across the floor. She tried to get back between the ropes, but Mickie was there to pull her onto their springiness, sending her back. Then Mickie jumped, landing on her.

With a scream, Ember was through with the mockery Mickie was putting her through. She tossed Mickie into the ring post, then scaled up to the top. She Eclipsed. Rolling back into the ring, she waited for the count.

“Wait… do you think that’s the best choice going into Clash of Champions?” Cole asked. “Natalya’s going to have champion’s advantage, and she can’t lose the title by count-out.”

As the ref approached the count of seven, Ember growled as the realization hit her. She rolled out and collected her opponent. Mickie stumbled to her feet, turning just in time to catch another Total Eclipse. Ember pinned her without even a twitch from Mickie. She wobbled to her feet, flinching as the ref raised her hand. The stage lit up in purple, and Natalya walked out. She watched as the champion came down the ramp and entered the ring.

She didn’t say anything, just walked up to stand toe-to-toe with Ember. And then, with a bright smile on her face, she raised the title above them both. Point made, she turned on her heel and left the way she came.

***

All the audience could see was the darkness. A few offered up their flashlights, but when the silence took over, those snuffed out. Dr. M appeared on the screen, standing in a long dark hallway that looked like it belonged to an abandoned hospital.

“The first dose has been given,” he said. “The first antidote issued. My associate and I have what we want, and we’re not going to let a few parasites get their hands on our titles.” He flipped his tag title belt over his shoulder and smiled at it. Then he slowly turned his gaze forward. “Or will we? Because, you have to see, having the cure to what ails the WWE universe is no good unless it’s administered to everyone.” He squinted in thought. “Perhaps there are other goals we need to achieve to ensure the erasure of the widespread disease.”

He grabbed hold of the camera, making the image shake. “But that has not yet come to pass. Plans are still incubating. Tonight… no. Tonight is about sending the message. It’s making sure that the universe knows that its rescue is at hand. The rescue from the viruses and the human pestilence that is the Raw tag team division as it stands.” He stepped back. “Don’t worry. Doctor M is here to help.”

***

Backstage, Elias was tuning his guitar. Once he had it adjusted the way he liked it, he began to strum and hum along. Just as he was about to sing, a thumping beat came down the hallway. A man in a brightly colored shirt danced by with a speaker box playing No Way Jose’s music, followed by a long line of people who filled the space. Jose danced into the center of them, twirling one woman around, and then grabbing Elias’s hand to twirl him.

“Can you not-“ Elias growled and snatched his hand away. “Can you not do this right here?” He shouted over the music. Jose motioned that he couldn’t hear him. “Are you… are you headed to the ring? The ring!” It took several hand motions, but Elias finally got his question across. “Good. I’m going to meet you there!”

Jose smiled and motioned for his dance party to follow him, leaving the hall much quieter.

Elias sneered and shouldered his guitar. “Yeah, I’ll meet you in the ring.”

***

A few minutes later, Elias was illuminated in the center of the ring. “I had to rush to get here before the dancing hooligans, but I should have enough time to make sure that you know that WWE stands for?” He waited for the response. “Good. You’ve got it. Now let’s see if I can…” He strummed and was able to get into the same tune as before. But like earlier, as he was inhaling to sing along, Jose’s music interrupted. He stood and angrily shed his scarves, microphone, and guitar.

Before the bell had barely rung, Elias was attacking. But Jose knew what he had been doing, and saw it coming. With a relaxed dodge, Elias’s shoulder collided with the ring post. Jose pulled him back into the ring and tried for a pin, almost succeeding. From there, Jose took great pleasure in pushing Elias’s buttons. Even if the retaliation was painful and exhausting. He was talented in distracting hip curls, and in interrupting any attempted moves from his opponent. At his cue, the dancers that had stayed, danced a lap around the ring chanting “walk with Elias” very much off-key. It set Elias’s hackles on edge, making Jose laugh.

Turning his back on an irate Drifter was a mistake. A high knee laid Jose out flat. Elias took to the skies and finished him off with an elbow drop. When that wasn’t enough, Elias growled, “dance away from this,” and spun Jose up for powerbomb after powerbomb. Finally, Elias went for a pin, satisfied when the ref made it to three. He rolled out to retrieve his guitar.

No Way Jose stumbled to his feet. He was too busy rubbing the headache out of his temples to notice the frantic motions from his fellow dancers. Jose was oblivious to Elias raising his guitar behind him. It shattered on his back. Elias slung the remnants over his shoulder and nodded before leaving the ring.

***

In the next round for the women’s tag teams, Rhonda shadowboxed in the ring, waiting for her partner. Dana Brooke made her entrance. The women shook hands in the ring. “Thanks for… being willing to be my partner in this,” Rhonda said.

“Thanks for even thinking of me. Even if I was the last one available. You could have stayed out of the tournament, but you didn’t. And now we’re both here.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder as the Riott Squad took the stage. “No, no, no, no, NO!” Ruby twisted the mic on her hand. “Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda. You just can’t seem to play by the rules, can you? You swaggered into the WWE with your big name and doors just flung open for you.” She cackled. “You may have been great in your fighting world, but in this one, you have to earn your spot. And not by cutting corners. And Dana,” she cocked her head as she descended down the ramp, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan on her heels, “you should know better. And I think, that of every woman on the roster, you would know fake, self-serving, inevitable back-stabbing power when you see it.”

Rhonda cut Dana off from rushing forward. She noted how the other two women had circled the ring, flanking them. Sarah and Liv stepped up onto the apron, harsh grins on their faces.

“And now,” Ruby finished, “we are going to make sure you pay. Both of you.” She strolled over to the bell booth and rang in the match herself.

It didn’t last long. The Riott Squad women were good what they did. If Rhonda was in the ring, they quick tagged and evaded her hits, keeping her frustrated. If Dana was in, well, they knew her buttons too. Whispering ghosts from her time working with Charlotte Flair. It wore on her more than the punches. And when it became too much, Rhonda was too busy chasing Liv for the tag. Sarah pinned Dana, then escaped up the ramp with her team.

“Lesson learned, Rhonda,” Ruby shouted back.

***

The number one contender’s match for the Raw tag titles was between the Revival and the team of Bobby Roode and Chad Gable. It was a heck of a match, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. When Dash finally pinned Chad, even Dasha Fuentes had to applaud. The losers, and runner-ups by agreement, left the ring so the ref could raise the hands of the victors. The continued to celebrate even after he left.

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, and only halfway, both Dash and Scott were knocked out in the ring. In either corner, the shadows turned out to be Dr. M and Braun Strowman. Again, the lights went out. When they came back on, fully this time, the Revival was still asleep on the mat, but Dr. M and Braun were gone.

***

The main event was what you had set up last week. Seth Rollins came out to the ring and grabbed a mic. “Over the past several weeks, there have been a great many… insinuations that I am not worthy to be Intercontinental Champion.” He shrugged. “I would have to disagree, but you guys deserve more than just words or a flashy appearance. So, tonight, right here and right now, I am issuing an open challenge. But not just any open challenge,” he grinned, “it’s going to be a gauntlet open challenge.”

Proud of himself, he beamed at the crowd, basking in the response they gave him. “Back there are five of some of the best wrestlers WWE has to offer. And not one of them is going home tonight with this title.” He returned the mic and handed the title to the referee while Jojo announced the match.

The first to come out was Baron Corbin. Most of their match ended up outside the ring. Between Baron’s quick recoveries around the posts, and Seth’s over-the ropes high flying, their part of the match could have gone either way. But Seth’s curb-stomp could knock out a dragon. He hurried to his feet after the pin, ready for the next opponent.

Dolph Ziggler came out next, proud and swaggering and taking his time to circle the ring before ascending the stairs. Both men glared at the other. Immediately, Dolph tried to catch Seth in a headlock, succeeding enough to toss the champion to the canvas. The goal was to keep him off his feet, and he did so with repeated kicks to his stomach and by targeting the areas already hurt by Baron. Still, Seth came back and gave worse to Dolph than what he had received. There may have been a slight hold on Dolph’s tights for the roll-up.

Having lost, Dolph begrudgingly left the ring. He paused at the bottom of the ramp as Drew McIntyre entered next. They sneered at each other, merely inches apart on the wide ramp, before going their separate ways. Again, the match was more likely to be outside the ring than in. Drew used the ring posts, the stairs, and his height advantage against Seth. And the injuries were beginning to add up. So Seth switched the game from defense to dodgeball. Every time that Drew tried to run Seth into something, it was reversed, and he ended up hitting the target. One such crash into the ring post was enough to keep Drew from kicking out, giving Seth a much-needed break.

Seth was still kneeling, facing where Drew had rolled out of the ring, when Dean’s music hit. He sighed with a smile, turning to watch his brother in arms come down the ramp. They shared a quick handshake. Then Dean used every trick he knew would either exhaust Seth or tick him off. And there was a lot to work with, considering their history.

Finn Balor’s entrance took over the stage. As suddenly as it came, the music stopped. Seth froze, keeping an eye out for a trick, giving Dean the break he needed to try for a roll-up. He was unsuccessful, but only just.

“Mind games!” Corey shouted.

Several long minutes later, Dean was pinned, though he kicked out at three and a quarter. Panting, they laughed. Dean rolled out of the ring, shaking his head. He motioned to Seth “so close.” His brother mouthed back, “you wish.”

Dean was long gone by the time Finn’s entrance started again. When he didn’t immediately enter from the front, Seth spun around just in time to receive a sling blade. He had already fought four of the best, and the fifth one was proving to be more than he could handle. It was taking longer and longer for him to get to his feet. And his slow reaction time didn’t save him from a number of hits. Finn went for a pin. At the last half-second, he pulled Seth up from the mat. With a soft pat to the side of Seth’s face, he slid out of the ring. The ref counted to ten while Seth rolled to his stomach, waiting for him to finish the job.

“Why would I beat you tonight, Seth? When I beat you, I want it at Clash of Champions, not on Monday Night Rollins.”

***

Backstage, Drew was nursing his wounds, physical and to his pride. Dolph’s arrival did nothing to better his mood. “What do you want? You’ve got nothing to brag about. Seth beat you.”

“You didn’t do much better.” Dolph took a deep breath and calmed his speech. “That’s why we need to combine forces again. We were so much stronger-“

“No, you were stronger.” Drew towered over him as he stood. “I was held back. Go after your own goals, Dolph, and stay out of the way of mine.”

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Our Princess

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Prompt: “Can I request a threesome with Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Rilley?” – @amballins-priestess 

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/princess, butt plug, semi-public (hallway) smut, threat of being seen, oral (male receiving), split roasted, one bad pun

Word Count: 1085

Note: My first threesome attempt; please be kind but do tell me if any part was hard to follow. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie! So much sin. Requests and tag lists open, now including an NXT list. Enjoy!

“Hey, Princess, how are you doin’?” Kyle laced an arm around your waist and his gym duffle dropped to the floor. His hand dipped down to the curve of your ass to put pressure on the hidden bejeweled plug. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. He pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle away. So, you switched your tactic to lean close to his ear and whimper, “need you.”

“Patience. We have to wait for Bobby.”

It was a long wait. You could almost picture him, shifting in his seat as Adam rambled on about some plan. Was he thinking of you? Was he hard and aching?

Kyle snatched your hand away from where it was inching up under your skirt. He laid it flat on the crate you were both sitting on. “Patience, Princess. Just a few more-“

“Have you been a good girl, Y/N?” Bobby rounded the corner, his figure silhouetted by the distant light in the otherwise dark hallway. “Well?”

“Yes. Please, guys.” The plug shifted as you squirmed, making you gasp. They both licked their lips to see your mouth fall open and your eyes to close. Your hand flew to Kyle’s thigh and gave him a desperate squeeze.

Kyle eased your grip by stroking your hand. “She has bee good. Wearin’ that plug all day. Hasn’t complained once. I bet she’s dripping.” He gave Bobby a knowing look. “And she did say please.”

Bobby nodded. He held out his hand to you. “Then come here.” He grinned and caught you as you bounced over to him, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss.  You slid your hands over his shoulders and back to the short hairs on his nape. Bobby swallowed your moan as Kyle slid up behind you. He tapped at your plug again, then slid his hands around to your front, flipping up your skirt. Kyle mouthed across your neck when he found your panties soaked through. He sent those to the floor, then dipped two fingers into your heat.

You bucked down to his hand, pressing your body in Bobby’s front too. He broke off the kiss with a blissful hiss. “Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you.”

“Sorry, Bobby.”

“You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “Seems Kyle’s just as impatient as you.”

To emphasize that point, Kyle nipped at the back of your neck and curled his fingers roughly. He scissored you open, making your head loll back to his shoulder. Leaving you arched forward and your chest exposed. Bobby took that opening, flipping your shirt above your breasts. Both of them groaned in the back of their throats, but Bobby was the one that got to kiss across them. To pull them out of the cups of your bra. And to bring your nipples to peaks with his mouth and fingers. All the while, Kyle continued to thrust and curl and pump his fingers in your pussy.

“Please,” you pleaded. You reached for both of their bulges, stroking them to silently ask for what you really wanted.

Kyle breathed hotly over your ear. “All in good time. Going to make you cum first.” He shot a look at Bobby, who nodded and dropped one of his hands to your clit. Together they brought you to the brink. Bobby covered your mouth with his as you screamed, gushing over their hands.

It didn’t matter who caught you when your legs gave out, but you found yourself leaned across a narrow crate. Kyle stood in front of you, straining in the confines of his jeans. Bobby was behind you, palming across your ass after he flipped your skirt up.

“Ready, Princess?” One of them asked. Bobby tapped at your plug, prompting your answer.

“Yes! Please, fill me up. Want to make you feel good.”

The dual sound of zippers said you’d given the right answer.

You parted your lips for Kyle’s cock and did your best to widen your stance for Bobby. The latter waited for the first to fill your mouth before he set to stretching you wide an inch at a time. Your eyes crossed and you groaned around Kyle’s length. He fell forward to brace on the crate with a strangled breath. He stayed there until Bobby bottomed out and all three of you could catch your breath.

Behind you, the pace started slow, easing you into a sense of smooth pleasure. In front of you, a similar rhythm began, alternating so that you were always filled in one way or another. Kyle tasted so good. And Bobby filled you so perfectly. If it wasn’t for the plug shifting in your ass constantly, you would have relaxed into their movements. Instead, you continued to jolt and thrust, making them quicken to keep up with you.

From the tips of your fingers to your toes scrambling to keep on the floor, your skin was on fire. Hotter still were their hands passing over your body. Pressing into your hips to pull you back. Between your shoulder blades for stability and to keep you still. Sliding up and down your back, leaving thin trails down your spine. All of that heat building and growing and combining with how the guys couldn’t stay quiet. Bobby with his strained grunts that would sometimes pitch into moans when your walls would clamp on him. Or Kyle’s whines from his stuttered breathing when you would suck him deeper.

You came first, screaming onto Kyle’s cock and shuddering. He followed soon after, filling your mouth and throat with his cum and biting down on his knuckles to dampen his shout. Then Bobby, thrusting through your release to chase his and sending you into a third as his cum coated your walls.

They helped you turn around to sit on Bobby’s lap while Kyle fished a towel from his duffle to clean you up. When you looked mostly decent and there wasn’t a threat of cum indecently running down your legs while you walked, you let them begin to lead you to the garage.

Bobby picked your panties off the floor as he passed and shoved them in his pocket instead of giving them to you. He laced his arm in yours and whispered in your ear. “Kyle’s going to need access to your jewel, Princess. He’s going to play with you all the way home. Can you be good and not cum? If you don’t, we’ll fill up that hole too.”

You nodded adamantly.

“Good girl. Our Princess.”

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My Favorite Things

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Prompt: “Can I request Drake Maverick x Plus!reader with height difference? Maybe she’s feeling down on herself, like she sees most of the other girls as incredibly dainty and small and she just feels huge and hideous. Drake finds her, and helps her feel like the beautiful babe she is. (A bit of dominant!drake as well?) 💕💕💕” – @morie-leigh  

Pairing: Dom!Drake Maverick x PlusSized!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: height difference, body insecurities, SMUT, dirty talk, body worshiping

Word Count: 1650

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. In theory, there’s a new rotation of fic I’d like to try out. That should be happening soon, and it should help me get my fics out more regularly. College is hard, babes. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie!

He was yours, but she looked like she should have been his. Because of his leadership of Authors of Pain, Drake got to be on Raw with you. With other women like Alexa and Ember and the Bella twins.

Then there was you. Almost as tall as the guys in heels and imposing. Looking at you, anybody not in the know would have never pinned you as Drake Maverick’s wife.

Drake saw you shift your gaze.  He wrapped up his conversation with Ember. A moment later he was at your arm taking your hand. “Hey.” His soft, cheery voice couldn’t make you look at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered. Drake squeezed your hand. “Think you could tell me when we get home?”

You nodded and squeezed back. It was impossible to leave until he released your hand, and only after giving your knuckles a kiss.

You could have hugged Triple H for scheduling the show in your hometown, where you and Drake lived. Part of you said it had been planned long before the shot to your confidence. The rest of you didn’t care.

“Home sweet home,” Drake chirped, dropping your bags by the front door. They could be dealt with in the morning. Before you could escape upstairs, his arms were wrapped around your waist. “Can you talk to me?” He came around to your front as your stomach clenched in knots. Your brow was worried as you tried to find the words. With a knowing sigh, Drake led you to the living room couch. He sat down first, then pulled you to straddle his waist.

“Drake-“

“Hey, I’ve been training with my team. You’re not going to crush me, trust me.”

With a nod, you did as he directed. It meant his face was right at your chest, and he only pulled you closer. He liked being smothered by you. In return, he smothered you with love and adoration.

“What do you need tonight, dear? Tell me. Do you want me to ravish you? Make you feel every bit of my love?” He gave a quick pat to your ass that made you jump. “Or do you need a long night? Slow and every second given towards telling you how much I love each and every cell of your body?”

You gulped and looked away. “Can… can you…”

“Go on, love. It’s okay. What do you need? I’m here to listen.”

Pain blossomed in your bottom lip as you bit it. He reached up and soothed you stop. “Drake, can… can you remind me why you love me? I’m too large. Too heavy. Too tall. And maybe I’m a little jealous? I love having you on the same show, but… you look like you match more with the other women than you do me. All my fears are so loud in my head, spinning and confusing me. I know you love me… I’m having trouble remembering why.”

Drake ran his hands up your thighs. “I can do that.” His hand continued around to your back and under your shirt. “It could take me days to tell you why I love you; there’s so much to cover. Your laugh. The way your face lights up when you win a match. How your eyes catch the light when they catch mine. Beautiful, and smart to boot. A brilliant strategist. But your body… that could take me all week.”

It was easy to follow his instructions. No shirts allowed. No pants. No undergarments. That went for him too. Drake sat back down but made you stand. He kept his face neutral while his eyes raked your body. Then, as he made you turn, he hummed in hungry delight before snatching you to straddle his waist again.

“I love these.” Drake gripped handfuls of your thighs. “I love the power of them. It’s one of my favorite things to watch you wrap them around somebody’s throat and take them to the mat. And that is only topped when they squeeze around my head when I go down on you.” He guided your face close to his for a deep kiss.

You whimpered into his lips.

He chuckled and leaned back to observe more of you. Then he wrapped his lips around each of your nipples. His hands traveled up your body so he could squeeze and kneed them, and twist your nipples into hard tips.

“I love these because they fit so perfectly in my hands. They are the first parts of you I love to taste.” He growled in the back of his throat. “And I love them bouncing in my face when you ride me like you’re going to tonight.”

For a moment your heart was gripped by a cruel hand of doubt. He didn’t command it often, but it always terrified you. But the more he lightly bit across the swells of your breasts, and the more he murmured against your skin, you knew that by the end of the night there would be no doubts as to how much he loved you. All of you.

The present came back into focus when his fingers slid over your parted lips. You opened them wider, sucking on his fingers messily. He watched, eyes bright and focused on the way your lips closed around him. He was probably picturing how your lips did the same to his cock on other nights. The thought made you shift in his lap enough to feel how much he loved seeing you this way. When his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he took them away and tapped lightly at your clit. You widened your kneeling so he could curl perfectly for the first time that night into your heat. He found you needy, making you both smile as your walls were already sucking his fingers further into your pussy.

“How does that feel, Y/N?” He pumped his fingers faster and prevented you from falling forward to hide your face. “By the looks of the color in your cheeks, you like it a lot. I love it too. I’m just barely started and you’re just a few strokes from cumming, aren’t you?” He frowned as you bit your lip and nodded. “Words, love.”

You whined as he stopped moving. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop.” You bucked down onto his hand, moaning as he gave you what you wanted.

Drake eyes took on a dark shadow. “This, right here, nearly tops my list. I love blissing you out. Controlling your pleasure in the only way I can. If I wanted, I could hold you on the edge all night. Or make you come until you can’t see straight or remember your name. No matter what I’d chose, you’d take what I gave you and give me the joy of watching you fall apart.”

He moved faster and thumbed roughly over your clit. His lips again closed around your nipples, sucking and biting to make you gasp. Your hands rushed to grip his shoulders. Just feeling his muscles ripple under your touch grounded you and helped you hold out for a few more seconds before falling apart with a high mewl.

Drake licked his lips and kissed at the underside of your jaw. He continued to pump his fingers, easing you down from the high.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes.”

He grinned. “I bet you are.” Between you, he stroked his length, not that it needed the extra excitement. But the sight of your slick slipping down his fingers and spreading over his cock made you want him even more. And he knew it. But tonight wasn’t about making you wait, keeping you on any brink, or even taking what he wanted. It was about giving you what you needed. So he did. His grip on your waist guided you to sink fully onto his cock in one clipped breath. Both heaving, you stayed still until your body had adjusted.

“Ride me, Y/N. Bounce on my cock. Show me that side of you that loves to surprise me.” His head collapsed back onto the couch as you raised up and slammed down. “Like that, love. Just… just like that.”

You moved like a woman possessed. Drake’s fingertips tightened into your skin, guiding you to rotate your hips, and holding you down when he knew you needed to catch your breath. When his eyes weren’t on your breasts doing his favorite thing, they were on your face. Watching your eyes fight to stay open. Watching your lips part for gasps of oxygen. Watching you relax.

“That’s it, love,” he whispered. “The only time when you are ever too much for me… is when I feel so lucky to be the one who gets to hold you in my arms. To hear your dreams and fears. Moments like this. And I love you because you trust me and I can trust you. No other woman could do that. No one but you. Cum, love.”

He gave a roar as your walls clamped down on him. You fell forward onto his chest, panting on the side of his face.

“On your knees, my love.”

You may have towered over him in public, but in private, he was the only one who could bring you to your knees to stand above you. Though neither knew how he managed to wobble to his feet any time he wanted to paint your face in cum.

Drake’s groans stuttered out of his mouth. You helped by pumping his cock for him, closing your eyes as his release coated your face. He moaned deeper as you darted out your tongue to catch some of it from your lips. He chuckled and took your hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you all over again. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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I Am More

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Or: “I Hate Tinder”

The Reader comes home after a bad date, only to find Total Divas filming in the living room. She avoids the cameras but bumps into Sheamus. He listens to her and flips her evening in a 180-degree turn.

Pairing: Sheamus x Reader (Y/N), Cousin!Dean Ambrose (not part of Family Found series)

Warnings/Promises: language, talk of sex, talk of a bad date, Tinder frustrations, ANGST, FLUFF

Word Count: 1450

Note: Written in half an hour at midnight. Fever fluff at its best. Tag lists and requests open, though I have to warn you it’s taking me a while to get into writing them. Sorry. Enjoy!

Sometimes living with Dean was a good thing. You had a place to crash while you looked for your own apartment, and Renee was like a sister to you. And it usually meant that you had two pairs of ears to vent your frustrations to. Unfortunately, it also meant that sometimes you couldn’t control the visitors.

The chorus of giggles made your skin crawl as you entered the house. At the first sight of a camera, you veered away down the empty hallway. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Red-faced. Puffy eyes. Nor did you want to snap at somebody who didn’t deserve it. That didn’t save you from not bumping into anybody, though.

Sheamus puffed as you bounced off his chest. He caught your arms before you could fall over. “Y/N? I thought you weren’t coming back for a while-“

“Yeah, well, plans changed.” You grit your teeth. “Not that I’m not surprised, but I had hoped… never mind.” With a huff, you tried to move around him. He caught your arms again.

He spoke quietly. “Hey. What happened?”

You clenched and unclenched your fists. “I don’t want to dump this on you.”

He chuckled. “I’m all ears. Come on.” He led you to the small office down the hall, guiding you to sit on the lounge couch and sitting on the other end. “Spill.”

“Is there something about me that just screams ‘down to fuck?’” Frustrated, you clawed your hands into your hair. “He was so… he actually… this guy, I’ve been talking to him for two weeks. He was sweet. Asked me questions. Let me talk for fifty percent of the time instead of eighty-twenty. He actually listened, too. So, we finally met up. I guess we talked for two weeks because that’s how long it took to schedule it. Not halfway through dinner, he’s sliding his hand up my skirt. I should have slapped him. Screamed at him.”

Sheamus was already frowning. “What did you do?”

You fell back into the pillows. “I didn’t know what to do. I pushed his hand off. Scooted my chair further away. Thought about paying my own way, but he grabbed the checkbook before I could say anything.”

“Did he put his hands on you again?”

“No. I didn’t let him get that far.” The rage that had motored you home like a steam engine ran out of fuel. The doubt crept in to fill the void. “Am I that flirty? I actively try to not give off that vibe. I don’t want a one-night stand. I want a relationship. Then, before I was even out of the parking lot, he sent me a text saying ‘I had a great time. Do I get a second date?’ No, you moron! No, you don’t!”

While you toed off your shoes, Sheamus waited patiently for you to say more or ask him anything.

“Two weeks,” you continued. “Two weeks of ‘thinking of you’ and ‘I can’t wait for our date’ and then… I read back through everything while I was sitting in the driveway. There were so many red flags. Asking me if I was ‘romantic.’ I am romantic. Give me poetry. Give me you. Just… keep it in your pants.” You looked up at him. “Is that too much to ask?”

He shook his head. “No. He shouldn’t have led you on like that.” When your throat started to constrict around tears you didn’t want to spill, he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You dug your nails into the tops of your thighs. “I am a woman fully capable of complex thought. Of ambition and emotion. I am not just the organ between my legs!” you finished with a choked breath. “I am more.” You caught your breath. “I don’t believe anything good has ever come out of that app.” Your cheeks flushed as you realized you’d probably said too much.

“What app?”

Sheepishly, you looked up at Sheamus. “Tinder.”

He growled. “Agreed. Nothing good has come from that app. How long have you been using it?”

“A month. Maybe two.”

“I could have asked you out two months ago?” He ran his hand through his beard and leaned forward onto his knees.

“Wait, what?”

Now it was Sheamus’s turn to look sheepish. “I, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while. Then you started smiling at your phone, and I thought I’d lost you. But I’m not going to do it like this. Not when you’ve… not after all this.”

There was a silent pause.

“But… you would date me?”

The next pause made your heart beat fast enough you feared it would fly out of your chest.

“Yeah. I mean… if you wanted to date me. It takes two, ya know.” On his knees, his fingers nervously twiddled. “Y/N? Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you-“

“I’m okay.” You laughed. “My emotions are just flipping a hundred and eighty degrees. It’s taking a second for my brain to catch up.” You took a shallow breath. Then a deeper one. “So, are you asking me out?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes. Um, I’d ask you for your number, but-“

“You’ve already got it.”

“Yeah. So. Do I have your permission to court you?”

You giggled. “Yes, Sheamus. You may court me.” You stood to head back out into the fray, which sounded like it was wrapping up. But you hesitated at the door with a stupid wide grin on your face that threatened to fall. He took your hand and guided you into an embrace. You melted into it, feeling all your tension easing out of your body. “We’re just getting started, and you’re already doing magic to me.”

“Wait till you’ve known a bit longer. It get’s better.”

Fear twisted in your gut.

“Sheamus… I’m not… I can’t-“

“I don’t mean sex, Y/N.” He tipped your head up to look at him. “I’ve got a world of magic I can use. And It’s going to take a while. As long as you need.”

It was another several minutes before you actually made it into the living room. The hug felt too good. The camera crew was just finishing packing up, and Nia motioned for you to take the empty spot beside her. Sheamus snagged it first. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped an arm around your waist. Nia’s brow arched.

“So… how long has this been a thing?”

You blushed. Avoiding eye contact with her and everyone in the room, you muttered to Sheamus, “we aren’t being very subtle, are we?”

Nia pursed her lips in front of a grin. “Answer the question, little girl.”

You both laughed nervously. “I don’t know. Um… what time did I get here?”

Natalya tapped her fingertips together in a tiny applause. “You guys are already so cute. What did Dean say when you told him?”

“When you told me what?” Dean sauntered into the room with Renee right behind him. He fell back to lean on the wall, taking Renee with him and squeezing her against his chest.

With a tiny voice, you spilled. “That I’m dating Sheamus.”

Renee’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful! I totally approve.”

“What happens if I don’t approve?” Dean’s poker face always scared you.

You pulled Sheamus’s arm tighter around your waist. “That would be awkward. Will you kick me out after I tell you you’ll have to get over it?”

There was a pregnant pause. It broke as Dean laughed. “No. I’ll kick his teeth in if he breaks your heart. But he knows that already. He asked me three weeks ago.” Dean snorted. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so nervous.”

Sheamus tensed under you and avoided your gaze, only to bump into Nia’s. “Yeah, so I asked him a few weeks ago if it was okay if I asked Y/N out. Figured it was a good way to start.” He tugged you to sit more at an angle where he could see your face. “It took me a week to work up enough courage to ask, but then I saw you smiling at your phone and stuff. I thought I lost you.” He shrugged. “Didn’t know if I had stepped up I could have saved you a bit sooner.”

You leaned over and laced your arms around his shoulders. “But you saved me. When doesn’t really matter. Just that you did.”

Dean gagged. “Please keep the sap off my couch. Nia, please separate them.”

She and everybody else in the room yelled, “no!”

Who needed an episode of Total Divas when they had you and Sheamus to watch?

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Sooooo…. I just found out today (but the info has been out since July [?]) that TLC has been moved to December where Clash of Champions would usually be. I didn’t know (if I was in creative I would have known, lol) so…

TLC is going to happen in my series as planned. 

Please don’t be confused when October has an extra PPV and this year still has Clash of Champions in December. 

Over and out…

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Family Found Part 22: A Turn of Events

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In Australia, the Shield fights for their right to branch out, and Finn makes Kevin pay for his interference earlier in the week. On Monday, Y/N worries about the attendance of Stephanie McMahon and if her new role is already at an end.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 3585

Note: I looked over “Long Time No See” and had to laugh. There were only four plot points to hit in that chapter. This one has nine, but a bunch of detail points. And it was barely over 1000 words. I am so sorry, babes. This has gotten so exciting and complicated and I hope it is keeping you entertained. Please let me know if it is. The tag list is open, and so are my requests. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team 

Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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Super Show-Down – October 6, 2018 – Melbourne, Australia

Australia’s pay-per-view was defined by its vengeance matches. From AJ Style’s bitter match against Samoa Joe, to the Undertaker versus Triple H for the ‘last time’, the fights were for more than the usual glory. There was more at stake. Honor. Legacy. And revenge.

The Shield’s match fell into this third category.

While the aesthetics of their styles didn’t match, the rage-set faces as the Shield entered were the same. Jinder Mahal towered over his teammates, Konnor and Viktor of the Ascension. They lined up across the ring to stand a mere half-meter away from Roman, Dean, and Seth. The referee desperately kept himself between them, impatiently waiting for the bell.

Jinder stayed in the ring. Since he was due to fight Seth on Monday, Roman and Dean kept their brother out of the ring and Roman stepped up. The following bout was similar to their previous collisions, but Roman had more to achieve this time. The more he did to Jinder tonight, the less his brother had to deal within a few days. Jinder eventually escaped this and tagged in Konnor.

Then it was Dean’s turn to step up. He met the man muscle for muscle and growl for growl. He got trapped in their corner where the Ascention took turns tagging in each other and attacking Dean until he was a huddled mass in the corner. Viktor pulled him to his feet and was going to do more, but Dean shoved him to the center of the ring and took the upper hand. It was a terrible mirroring of actions as then the whole Shield took turns stomping and breaking Viktor down.

The exchanges and tag continued, bringing the match to the inevitable. Seth had to face Jinder with more than that night on the line. They gave the crowd a preview of their match a few days away, minus the no disqualification stipulation. A stipulation Seth was more than ready for, but nearly cost him the match. Jinder laughed. He was more than happy to be a punching bag in Australia if Seth was going to exhaust himself.

In the end, it didn’t come down to them. Dean tagged himself in and Jinder tagged in Konnor. The Lunatic Fringe jumped from their corner onto his opponent’s entrance into the ring and quickly brought the match to a close.

***

When Finn Balor’s music hit, Kevin Owens began to doubt himself. Maybe he should have let Mojo Rawley win, or at least do more against Finn himself. Then he could have challenged a weakened version of either instead of heading into what was sure to be a torturous affair. The title wasn’t even on the line. It was a payback match.

He wasn’t far off. Finn was determined to make Kevin pay for interfering. He wasn’t mad on behalf of Mojo’s chance; he was more pissed off of receiving an easy win due to Kevin’s meddling. With a roar, he made the first attack. Kevin could barely turn around in the ring without getting hit or sling bladed or drop kicked. And if he did catch Finn, a uranage quickly had him rolling for the ropes.

On the floor, Kevin caught his breath. Then he caught Finn’s boot before it could collide with his face. Out of muscle memory, he swept Finn’s legs out from under him and sent him crashing onto the apron, and then to the floor. He stared down in shock. Then grabbed Finn around the neck and tossed him into the ring. He couldn’t pause. Wouldn’t stop moving. If keeping Finn off his feet was his only plan, Kevin was going to do that with everything he had.

Two. Two and a half. Two and three-quarters. Kevin’s actions were wearing down the Universal champion. For a second, he considered what it would mean if he won the match.

A mistake.

Fin took the split of Kevin’s focus and won back the upper hand. A few minutes later, Kevin was pinned for the count and then glaring at him from the floor. Finn just held his title high and grinned.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – October 8, 2018 – Rosemont, IL

At the beginning of the show, Dean bumped into you struggling to tape your hands. You had found a punching bag that the roster sometimes used to get pumped up. At the moment, you wanted to use it to evade the fear crouching up.

“Need some help?” he asked. Without really waiting for an answer, he took your hand and the tape and started to wrap it properly. Occasionally he glanced up at your face. You were looking to one side of his actions. “What’s on your mind?”

“So many things,” you whispered.

Dean dropped your hand and tapped your shoulder for the other one. “Spill. You can’t hit anything yet, so you might as well tell me.”

“Stephanie’s here tonight,” you let slip. He grunted, not surprised. “When she called last week, I thought she was going to fire me. Now I’m afraid she’s going to do it in person. And maybe in front of the whole WWE Universe.”

Dropping your other hand, Dean moved to stand behind the punching bag. “Keep going.”

You weakly punched the bag. “I know I said I didn’t want this job,” you paused to hit the bag again, “but now that I’m in it… I like it.” While you let your thoughts flow out, you alternated left and right punches, punctuated with the occasional kick. “Making the matches. Wondering how the titles are going to change hands. The uncertainty doesn’t frighten me as much as I thought it would. I like the ‘what if.’” You stopped and leaned against the wall. “Is that weird? To change my mind like that?”

“Nope. Come on, keep working on your combinations.”

With a sigh that barely hid a smirk, you turned back to the bag. “But now Stephanie is here and she’s going to take that away. Or at least I think she is.”

Dean nodded. “That’s how she works. Make’s you think the worst, then drops something totally different on you. I may not like her methods, but she’s not stupid. She knows who’s actually running Raw.”

Panting, you stopped. “I hope you’re right.” With a smile, you looked down at your hands. “Thanks for taping me up.”

“Anytime, Ladybug. Anytime.”

***

Kevin had taken over the ring. He was smugly looking over the crowd, mic at his side, planning his next words carefully. The crowd stopped booing him just enough to hear what he had to say.

“I almost beat Finn Balor in Australia. You can’t deny it. Finn can’t deny it. Those last counts I had over him were milliseconds away from finished. If the ref had done his job and counted at the right speed, I would probably be number one contender for the Universal right now.” The crowd restarted their disagreement. He talked over them. “But, I’m going to overlook that. Finn Balor has shown himself to be a… fair wrestler. Even if he gives way to demonic possession to ensure a win, he knows talent when he sees it.”

The stage was taken over by black and silver light. Finn walked out and cocked his head at Kevin. “You’re right, I know talent when I see it. But what I don’t see, is why you’re out here, Kevin. We’ve had our match. And I beat you.”

“Just barely. By milliseconds.”

“But I still beat you,” Finn smirked.

Kevin sputtered. “I get it. You’re still tired from our match. I’m no spring daisy either, but we are not done. Think about it, Finn. TLC is just a few weeks away. You want to give the WWE Universe what it wants. You want to impress them, make them happy. I may not agree why you even bother, but I think we could put on the match that could have happened two years ago if you had been able to stay after Summer Slam.”

Finn licked his lips, intrigued. “You think we still would have collided at TLC… in 2016?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kevin knew he had him.

“And you think you could have beaten the Demon back then and won the Universal Champion. You’ve used this argument before, Kevin. But,” he rubbed at his chin, “I have to admit you’ve framed it in a new way. I kinda want to see it. The only problem is… I originally planned to have that rematch with Mojo tonight.”

He would have said more, but Mojo rushed out within a few seconds of his music playing. “No. No. Kevin, stay out of this. You’ve had your chance. Lost it. Now move over. It’s my game now. Finn, we had a bargain.” He moved forward and grabbed Finn by the lapels of his jacket.

Out of breath from running from the back of the arena, you rushed out onto the stage to separate them. “Wait, wait, wait.” The two men backed away; Finn frowned at your taped hand on his chest. You quickly removed it and thought quick. “How about this: tonight, Mojo you face Kevin Owens in a number one contender’s match. If you win, you face Finn for that rematch next week. If you lose, you have to wait until TLC to try for the title. And it’ll be a true TLC match with tables, ladders, and chairs. Mr. Owens, that works for you too. A title shot next week, or at TLC like you were asking. The only downside to this is either way, Finn, you would be defending your title just a few days apart.”

Finn chuckled. “I’m a fightin’ champion. It’s part of the business.”

“Okay then.” You let out the breath you’d been holding. “So, it’s settled? Let me call a ref.”

***

A commercial break later, Mojo and Kevin were duking it out. Either way, they were going to win an opportunity. At first, you were afraid that it would be short because all Mojo had to do to get what he wanted was win. And Kevin had to lose to go to TLC. But as the match progressed, you figured out that Mojo could be patient for one more week if it meant a pay-per-view match. It was something he had not had in a while.

It was a strange, calculated match. Had you had more time to think, maybe the person who won tonight should have gone to TLC. It was too late for that. As a result, Kevin had plenty of time to recover when Mojo pushed his limits already strained by Saturday. Mojo could plan how he was going to hit Kevin next and hit him hard.

Mojo ran out of patience. He wanted the title now, so he upped his attack. Kevin did try to make it out of the pins a few times, but the last one came after a Hyperdrive. He could barely breathe, much less kick out.

Finn nodded backstage while watching Mojo’s hand be raised. He’d be ready for him next week.

***

In compliance with Natalya’s championship tournament schedule, the third match for the fatal four-way spot was between Bayley and Alicia Fox. They were cordial to each other, even bumping each other’s fists before really getting into the match.

Bayley had been toughened by the last several months. She used that to quickly rush Alicia into the ropes. But she had not lost herself, so she backed off before the ref made it too far into the count.

Hesitantly, Alicia detangled herself and stepped back towards the center of the ring. She met Bayley in a lock of strength, overpowering her.

It was back and forth for most of the match. One would gain the upper hand, then would lose control. Alicia’s northern light suplexes matched flip for flip with Bayley to bellies. In the end, Bayley had worked so much damage into Alicia’s ribcage, that Alicia was unable to hold a suplex form and tipped over. The hugger swooped in and won the pin, and her chance for the Raw Women’s Title.

Backstage, Natalya watched the end of the match with Rhonda. Neither seemed worried, though Rhonda took note of how Bayley had changed even since she had arrived to WWE.

***

You walked with hesitant steps towards Stephanie McMahon as she talked with a cluster of techies. “Ms. McMahon?”

With a grin, she waved the group away and turned to you. “You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N.”

“Ms. Stephanie?”

“Less than that.”

“Stephanie.” It felt weird to call your boss by her first name. But you had a mission to get to. “I’m going to cut to it; I think we should bring up the last match for the women’s fatal four-way to tonight.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but her head tilted in consideration. “Why do you say that?”

“As it stands, we have the Universal and the Intercontinental titles being defended at TLC. In a few minutes, there’s going to be a match for the tag team titles, which will probably lead to Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas accepting the challenge at TLC. That leaves just the Raw Women’s Championship. Why not make TLC a full championship set?” You dug your fingernails into your palm as she thought about it.

She nodded but frowned. “I thought the four-way was going to be a ladder match. Is that going to change too?”

“No, I think it should still be a ladder match. If Natalya agrees to let it go for a bit, I think the title hanging above the ring will make it intense and main-event worthy. The universe won’t be robbed, and it will be kind of like practice to whoever wins.” you added. “It is TLC, after all.”

Stephanie nodded again, smiling this time. “You are absolutely right, Y/N.” She patted your shoulder. “Good work.”

When she left, you breathed a sigh of relief.

***

Dean was more than ready for his and Roman’s match. If they won tonight, they’d be the number one contenders for the Raw Tag Team Titles. He paced furiously as he waited for Titus and Apollo Creed to make up their minds who was going to fight first. Who was going to face him. He laughed with Roman as they resorted to a quick rock-paper-scissors decision. Apollo it was. And Dean was ready. He bounced over, immediately reaching up to test Apollo’s grip. Then he swung in for everything he could to get Apollo on his knees and keep him there to wear him down. While he was dragging him to tag with Roman, Apollo escaped and ran to tag in Titus.

No matter. Roman eagerly accepted the tag. He repeatedly took the leader down to the mat, noting how Dana wasn’t there to take notes. None of his business; there was a match to win.

The Shield brothers had it in the bag. Their opponents were getting sluggish in their kick-outs. And tagging each other only seemed to hype them up.

Then Viktor and Konnor came out. They didn’t get in the ring. They stayed outside and distracted the guys while Titus, the legal man, sucked in enough oxygen to pull Dean into the center of the ring behind Roman’s back and pin him. Then he rolled out as fast as he could to escape the livid Ambrose. Apollo met him on the outside, not happy how they had won. Titus promised to discuss it later. They left without looking at the Ascension. Instead, keeping their focus on Dean and Roman in the ring as they took their retribution from their former opponents from Sunday.

***

The final match for the women’s fatal four-way did not end fair either.

You weren’t sure what Natalya had thought was going to happen when she scheduled Alexa Bliss and Sasha Banks to fight. Both women were known for giving their all for opportunities. This was no exception. Several times the ref had to physically pull one woman off the other to prevent a disqualification. There was nothing either woman was willing to do to ensure her spot.

Everything came to a head when Mickie got involved. While Alexa was complaining to the ref about an imaginary injury, Mickie climbed up onto the apron. Sasha mocked her saying, “oh, are you two back together again? How sweet.”

“At least I’ve got someone.”

Sasha rushed towards her and was promptly folded over the ropes. She fell back, then fought to stumble to her feet. Knowing Alexa, she would be ready with an attack. Sasha’s focus on where Alexa had been was too low. The ref moved out of the way as Alexa jumped and took Sasha out with a twisted Bliss. Mickie joined her, and they worked together to push Sasha out of the ring. They thought it was over.

Mickie fell forward. Alexa turned just in time to see the Raw Women’s Title rushing towards her face before it made contact. She dropped and curled into a ball next to her partner.

Natalya stood over them. “The pieces have been set,” she said. She walked to the corner of the ring and climbed the ropes. With the bodies of Alexa and Mickie still on the ground behind her, she lifted her title high.

***

For being the main event, the match was short between Jinder and Seth. Just ten minutes into what was supposed to be determining who went to TLC for the Intercontinental, you thought the show was going to end on time for once.

Jinder had over pushed himself on Sunday night. He had been so focused on maiming Seth earlier, he hadn’t taken into account how much that would take out of himself. Then he remembered it was a no disqualification match. Mentally he made a note to thank Baron. He rolled out and grabbed a chair from under the ring. Practice for TLC, he thought.

Seth was not amused. While Jinder tried to reenter the ring with his newly-found weapon, he snatched it out of his hands and tossed it away. He didn’t need it to beat Jinder. He didn’t need a chair to get what he wanted. Instead, he used his quick thinking and movements around the ring. It took Jinder a lot of energy to catch up with him, and he was rarely rewarded with keeping Seth down.

At one point the chair had come back into play. Jinder had it raised and Seth nearly ran into it but ducked at the last second. With a series of blows, he made Jinder drop his weapon. In a few more he had him staggering and in prime position for a blackout. Seth didn’t mind using the chair then since Jinder had fought so hard to include it in the match.

One, two, three. Seth was going to TLC’s ladder match against Elias, Dolph Ziggler, and Drew McIntrye.

***

Stephanie called you to the office. When you arrived, Corbin was standing to one side with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed across his chest. Her words made your heart drop to your shoes.

“What I have to say, is hard.” She gave you a sympathetic look, then turned her attention to Baron. “I never thought I could have been so wrong.”

Baron shook his head. “Wait, what?”

It was Stephanie’s turn to cross her arms. “I chose you because I thought you could live up to the ideals of how my husband and I have run this place. And I thought that since you had been in the business, that would give you the advantage over Kurt’s pick.” She talked over her shoulder at you. “No offense, Y/N. And nothing personal, just manager rivalry.”

“None taken,” you managed.

He sputtered and growled, “what did I do? I did everything I could to give your wrestlers their best chances.”

“Bull.”

You both fought not to gasp in this serious turn of events.

“Last week you did nothing but stir up more trouble for your peers, Y/N and the roster alike. Then this week,” she tsked, “while I was here to make some final decisions, you did nothing while chaos almost broke out at the beginning of the show. Y/N was the one who stopped it. Y/N was the one who made the match between Mojo and Kevin, and it turned out great. Y/N was the one who thought ahead and rearranged the matches so that another title could be defended at TLC. And where were you? In the office texting me hundreds of messages about how much you had done for WWE and the show. I didn’t see a smidgen of evidence of anything you said.”

You found your voice. “So… what are your saying?”

“I’m saying that Baron will not be managing with you next week, or at TLC. And there will be serious consequences if he interferes in your work like he did last week. It’s not final,” she hastily added, silencing Baron, “I want to see what you can do totally on your own knowing that you are being observed. Which was your grievance with last time, I think.”

You fell back to stabilize yourself on a wall. “Yes, ma’am.”

Stephanie fought a grin. “Just Stephanie. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N.” She glared at Baron one more time, then left the room before you could thank her.

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Part 23: Sunday is Set

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Tell Me

Prompt: “Could you do degrading AJ?”

Pairing: AJ Styles x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: name-calling (slut and the like), SMUT, spanking, hair pulling, begging, orgasm control

Word Count: 1540

Note: I hope this what you wanted, anon. It took me a minute to get the writing ball rolling, but then it tumbled down a mountain and this was at the bottom. Super smutty. My requests are still open, and all my tag lists. Have fun reading!

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneakin’ out?” AJ slammed the door behind him and threw the keys into the bowl, uncaring when they flew out from the force. “I couldn’t find you after the show and thought the worst.”

You dropped your purse on a surface. “It was just drinks with the ladies. It had been a while.”

“Y’all went out last week. And you were just with them.”

“Yeah, at work! When football season hits we’ll have all your friends here on Friday and Sunday nights for months. People that you also see on Tuesdays. How is this any different?”

“Fine. But could you at least not dress like that?”

“Like what?” You twirled in your favorite little black dress, the backless one with red tulle underneath. “These are clothes approved by you.”

“Yeah, for me only. You know I don’t like it when other guys can look at you and… daydream. You’re my daydream.”

“You’re right. I do know.”

“So, you’re goin’ to stop sneakin’ out?”

“No. It means I’m going to do more not to get caught.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.

“Y/N stop acting like a child.”

“Me?” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re the one using the same argument we had all through high school. And Japan. You knew how much time I want to spend with my friends when you married me. AJ, honey, I love you. But you are such an asshole sometimes.”

“I can’t help it if you dress like a slut all the time.”

You raised your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist. The pictures on the wall behind you rattled as he slammed you into it, his other hand forceful on your stomach. His eyes were bright and his breath was hot on your neck. You shivered as he leaned close, pressing his body to yours.

“You want to try that again, sweetheart?”

AJ let go of your wrist and took a step back. You gave him a weak shove and tried to walk away, but his arms caught around your waist. When you attempted to elbow his ribs, he adjusted to pin down your arms. He walked you forward to the couch and tilted you over the armrest. With one hand, he restricted you from fighting back. In your struggle, your skirt flew up over your ass. AJ gasped when he saw your red lacy underwear. He made them snap against your skin.

“And I thought we agreed these were never to leave the house, hmm?” The playful growl in his voice made you squeeze your thighs together. He kicked your stance back open, ignoring how difficult it was to stand in heels. “Y/N.”

Your mouth suddenly dry, you tried one more time to wriggle out of his grasp. He pressed close behind you, thrusting his crotch into your backside. It made you shiver to feel how hard he was. “AJ,” you moaned. You yelped as he slapped your ass. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes. You are going to be.” He gripped at the globes of your ass. “Hmm, do I want you to count tonight. Or do I want you to beg?” You waited on baited breath for him to answer his own question. You jumped as he ran his fingernails over your exposed skin. “Begging. Nice and loud sweetheart.” He gave you a test slap, one that wouldn’t even redden your skin.

“More,” you whimpered. He slapped you again, harder. “Yes, please, more.” There were two quick slaps, one to each side. Your knees almost buckled. But then, that was probably why he had leaned you over the armrest. “Just like that.”

AJ slid your lace off your hips and let you step out of it. Then he continued. It was only another two rounds or so, but your voice was already hoarse and your skin was on fire. You wobbled on your heels until AJ had you take those off, which made you more reliant on his grip on your wrists for balance. AJ spread your cheeks for a peek. “Well, well,” he chuckled. He teased two fingers towards your heat. “What do we have here? Does my little slut like being punished? Maybe we should do it all night.”

“No. AJ. Need you. Please.”

“Now you need me. Maybe I don’t need you.” He thrust his length into your sensitive sex again. “Maybe I’ll take care of this myself.”

You fell forward, shaking your head. You didn’t like that idea at all. A hand twisted into your hair and tugged your face back up.

“Is that what you want? I could always repeat what we did that one time. Tied you to the chair and made you watch while I jerked myself off. My personal whore didn’t get anything, didn’t deserve or earn a single drop.” He turned you around to sit on the edge. “Tell me. What do you think I should do?”

Desperately, you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t do that again. Not tonight. Touch me. Love me. Use me. Please.”

He silenced you with a kiss that made your teeth clack together. He bruised your lips, nipped at them, and dominated your mouth with his tongue. All the while he directed you to walk towards your room. When the bed finally bumped into the back of your legs, he stepped back, breathless just as much as you.

“If that dress isn’t gone in two seconds I’m going to rip it off.”

You slid it off as quickly as you could, then moved to sink to your knees. AJ caught you and pushed you onto the bed. He stripped and crawled over you. His thighs pinned your arms to your sides while his length bobbed in front of your face. You yelped as he roughly kneaded your breasts. He pinched your nipples into throbbing peaks. He noticed your gaze following his cock.

“You want it? Want to be my cock slut?”

“Yes, AJ,“ you dutifully opened your mouth.

He teased the head around your lips before shoving it past them. Using hollowing and sucking, you worked quickly. You ravished in the weight of his weight on your tongue. It was probably going to cost you, but you hesitantly used teeth in the way you knew would make him… yes. Would make him moan and growl just like that. His breathing was starting to come out in bursts. Given another minute or two, he would cum. You whined as he pulled away and crawled down your body.

“Oh, no. Not going to give it to you that easily.” He took a deep breath. “Open your legs, Y/N.”

You complied.

With a nod, he smiled. “There it is. The best way to make sure you pay attention. That gorgeous dripping pussy.” He reached forward and curled two fingers into your heat, rapidly pumping them. He snickered as you mewled. “So easy to play you. Make you sing and whimper and make every sound under the sky. And only I can make you do this.”

You cried out as the rush of pleasure was about to overtake you. AJ pulled away and slapped your lips. He positioned himself between your legs and pulled one of your knees over his shoulder. He sheathed in one go, pushing all the air out of your body. His body shivered as your walls rushed to adjust. Taking another second, he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in. You screamed. It broke apart each time he repeated the action.

AJ growled. “You’re mine. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. Oh,” you panted, “I’m only yours.”

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You. You, AJ.”

“Damn right you do.”

He reached forward and dipped his thumb in your leaking juices. He spread them harshly on your clit. He chuckled as your eyes crossed before squinting shut. The snapping of your hips rattled your whole body. Your thighs began to quiver, waiting for him to tell you could let go.

“If you want to cum, Y/N, you better do it soon. ‘Cause when I cum, I’m done. So get there.”

That was all the invitation you needed. You met him thrust for thrust and toyed with your breasts. Your body went rigid as you came, whiting out your vision. AJ fucked you through it. His eventual release made your walls clamp down again, milking his cock. He fell forward and steadied himself on his forearms. You laid boneless under him.

A minute later he had a cup of cool water at your lips and didn’t leave until it was empty. He cleaned you up and pulled the covers over you both as he slid in next to you. You curled towards his chest, humming as he stroked your hair. His chest heaved like it did when he was trying to say something.

“We can talk about this more in the morning, but… in the future… just, talk to me. Tell me when you’re going out. Please, don’t scare me like that.” He hugged you close, gripping you like you would turn to dust if he let go.

“I will.” You yawned and snuggled into his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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